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By it dosent matter Date: 2004 Dec 21 Comment on this Work [[2004.12.21.17.40.11898]] |
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molten twilights these lights do spring an ethereal this flashing ring thick so rich to taste of honey Christmas self this so life to never fade whilst heat so rich in red softly spoken yellow glaze an colors this seasons chase away cold in air is seen to bring a crackle to the very taste till syrup to tongue this laid to sleep one does burrow sweet an dream with senses awake when finally with you home I be |